8.The black pen and its mightiest of battles

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Here is my trustee sword

Who engraves actions that becomes

Words, of a story

It cuts every apple in its way even for

Those who can't take one

He pierces the heart of the night

Not for the journey of a fight

But a mystery in dark armor

Ready to ride on the fairest of valleys of milk and trees

Soon he shall be me, a knight in armor

Ready for adventures of writing and

Dreams

Where people talk about perception and persuasions

To be shackled in their lust of the pens

That writes for fame and not for peace

And praying

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